The Fatal, Fixable Flaw of the Entourage Movie

I loved the show Entourage—partially because it was once so damn addictive (obligatory ‘primarily the early seasons’ addendum goes here), partially because my introduction to it dovetailed with my burgeoning fascination with Hollywood, and partially because I’m a sap sometimes. Now, the Entourage boys have once again taken the Sex and the City lead and made…